It's funny.
the cold of the ocean spray seems
a soothing absolution
even after you've tried drowning
(nearly drowned)
washing ashore.
And lying there,
with fresh night sky above, eternal & steady,
even the salt seems sweet and the sand soft.
Each wet breath aches,
but you breathe anyway,
forcing down the good
you know fills the air.
And before you make your way
(back to the world,
your friends and family,
your responsibilities )
it is enough to lay
and count the stars
like blessings in your life.